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starlite-png · 4 months
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Sometimes, I think about that journal entry of John's where he took dean hunting and dean couldn't bring himself to shoot a deer, only for Sam (who was a young child at the time) to shoot the deer himself because he thought it was going to hurt dean. Then, I immediately think about Bobby killing his abusive father to protect his mother, and, you know, I kinda lose my mind a bit.
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forcemasc-ed · 23 days
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today-in-the-bunker · 27 days
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Today, Sam begins learning to crochet. Dean laughs and calls him a grandma, but secretly, he hopes to gain a soft new pair of socks from his brothers new hobby.
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newtdrawz · 24 days
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Me trying to draw Cas in my style + some doodles 🫶🏻 (all the doodles are based off reaction pics/emojis 😭😭😭)
The "say hello" part is based off a tiktok I saw where the "hello!" Is just loud squeaking and I thought it was funny lol
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cringemesstickles · 4 months
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Cat And Mouse
Summary: This is basically just the scene from s10e03 except it’s normal and Dean is just Dean and also isn’t trying to kill Sam-
Pairing: None
Word Count: 1,010
A/N: *Posts this and runs*
Literally this is all I could think about during this scene. :’)
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“Cmon sammy, don’t you wanna hang out with your big brother?” Dean called out, stalking the bunkers halls in search for his little brother.
Sam heard his brother’s taunts, and from the sound of it, he wasn’t too far.
This little cat and mouse game had gone on for about a minute; Dean calling out taunts and teases while Sam tried to get himself as far away as possible from his playful older brother.
The goal was to get to Dean’s room, as It’d be too obvious to hide in his own; and besides, it was only a few corners away.
“Sammy? You’re just making this worse for yourself man.”
Sam pressed himself against the wall when he heard his brother’s voice from around the corner.
He was so screwed.
He peered over the right hand corridor, Dean’s room was right there! If he was stealthy enough, he may be able to slip under Deans radar.
Just as he was about to make a break for it…
“GOTCHA!” Dean grabbed his younger brother and flung him over his shoulder, carrying him to his bedroom.
How Dean was able to carry him, Sam had no clue.
Dean wasn’t weak by any means, but Sam was 6'4 for crying out loud!
Whatever!
There’s no time to dwell on it! right now, he had to find a way to escape.
When they reached the room, Dean dumped his brother onto his bed and quickly climbed on top of him, making sure he was pinned.
“Well little brother, it seems I’ve caught you…” He said through an evil grin,
“You know what happens next, don’t you Sammy?” raising his hands, he wiggled his fingers above Sam’s stomach.
“Dean w-wait, can’t we talk about thihihis?” A nervous giggle slipped past his lips as he started pleading with his big brother.
The sight of his brother’s wiggling fingers tore down his crumbling resolve, reducing him to a giggly mess.
“Sorry Sammy, I caught you fair and square… take your punishment like a man!”
With that, he vibrated his claws into the center of Sam’s belly, making the younger scream with laughter.
“NOHOHO DEHEHEAN, WAHAIT!!”
Dean grinned cheekily.
“I’m already tickling you, there’s nothing to wait for!”
Sam gripped the soft sheets, head thrown back in mirth, laughing harder than he has in a long while.
Dean’s hands drifted to Sam’s sides, kneading the sensitive flesh while an evil grin made its way to his face.
“Ohhh, I get it… you just can’t wait for me to raspberry that cute belly of yours!”
He said, letting a finger trail back to his brother’s stomach and lightly tracing.
Just at the mention of raspberries, Sam’s eyes widened, shooting his hands down to protect his tummy from the inevitable attack.
“Nonono! Dean, please dohohohont!!”
He was squirming side to side, trying anything to throw his brother off.
“Why not? Too ticklish? Surely you can handle a couple measly raspberries.. unless you really are that ticklish?” The older brother tapped against the younger’s side thoughtfully, smile glued to his own face at the image of his little brother so happy and carefree.
Sam’s face reddened, the teasing easily getting under his skin.
“Shut uhuhuhup!!!” His hands moved from protecting his stomach to covering his face in embarrassment.
“Hey!” Dean poked his brother’s belly button, eliciting a squeak.
“Don’t tell your big brother to shut up!”
As if to punish his little brother for his actions, he dove his head down and blew raspberry after raspberry on the ticklish tummy.
“NOOO DEHEHEAN, I’M SORREEHEHEHE!!” The taller squealed, bucking his hips and shoving at his brothers head.
Sam could feel the older’s smile against his skin; he didn’t know what got Dean in such a playful mood but he had to admit, he was having a lot of fun. It felt nice to let go and laugh, and it felt nice for Dean to hear his brother laugh for real.
It’s not that Sam’s laughter was never genuine, it’s just that it was never really full on laughter, only light chuckles mostly at Dean’s expense.
This laughter on the other hand, loud, boisterous, happy, this was the laughter that Dean had missed so much.
He lifted his head to give his brother a break, lightly tracing along his sides.
“Sorry’s not gonna cut it, Sam. Telling your big brother to shut up is a horrible offense!”
Sam just giggled.
“You tehehell me to shut up ahahall the tihihime!”
Dean shrugged.
“Well, I’m the big brother. I’m allowed.” He grinned at the eye roll he received.
“You’re sohoho annoying.” Sam grumbled, his attempt at a frown looking more like a pout.
“Aww, there’s no need to pout, Sammy. Luckily, I know just how to fix it!”
He caught both of his brothers wrists and pinned them to either side of him, diving down again, this time nuzzling against Sam’s belly, rough stubble rubbing against soft skin and making it all the more ticklish.
The younger hunter snorted, throwing his head back and screaming with bright happy laughter.
“DEHEHE!! N-NOT THAHAHAT!”
Sam was practically screeching, squirming as best he could.
The older brother laughed against the shaking tummy, finding the reactions both funny and cute.
“Why not? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.”
“IHIHIT TICKLES!!”
Dean laughed.
“Well that’s all the reason to continue!”
Tears of mirth were starting to form in Sam’s eyes and his cheeks were getting sore from smiling so much.
Dean could tell it was about time to let up, he gave his brother one last raspberry before rolling off of him.
Sam curled into ball with his arms wrapped around his stomach, leftover giggles falling from his lips.
The older hunter grinned and pat the younger on the shoulder.
“You alright there, little brother?”
Sam nodded, a smile still stuck to his face as he tried to get his giggles under control.
“I hahahate you.”
Dean chuckled at that.
“No you don’t.”
Sam’s laughter subsided a bit but his smile still remained
No I don’t…
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sammwitch · 1 month
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i see a lot of (wonderful, godtier) thoughts on here about sam relapsing with the demon blood during the demon!dean arc and how that could play out. i love it, BUT
Sam possessed by demon dean
thank you for coming to my ted talk
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judasyndrome · 1 month
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half return - adrianne lenker ♪
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mischieviem · 4 months
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Me and my friend sitting serenely in his car before class: ...
My friend: GASP
MY MEAT STICKS
scrambles into the back seat
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cyantt-does-stuff · 15 days
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DO NOT TAG AS
W!NCEST‼️
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"The evil had spread like a fever ahead,
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It was night when you died, my firefly."
All Hell Breaks Loose makes me ill. I have so much emotion for this one episode. It's the catalyst, the defining moment for the brothers, because everything else that followed in the domino effect was because of Sam's death.
And that makes me want to explode.
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soft--dragon · 7 months
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Taking A Break
Words: 1,794
Warnings: None
This is my first Supernatural fic!! I started the show a few months ago and I'm on season 15 now (lord help me) Hope you guys enjoy <3
This is all entirely platonic, I do not ship wincest. Do not tag it as such. Wincest shippers do NOT interact with this post.
This was inspired by this absolutely adorable fanart by @carrie-tate . Go show her some love!! His work is incredible :D
This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)
Now, Sam wanted to go on record to say that he was grateful for Dean being his big brother. He had looked up to him ever since he was a kid, trying to be just like Dean - having a strong heart and an even stronger sense of loyalty. Where their dad had failed in their youth, Dean had picked up the shattered pieces left behind and made Sam's childhood as good as it could be. He'd sacrificed everything for Sam, and he'd do it again in a heartbeat. Hell, Dean had practically said those words himself.
Sam was lucky to have Dean. He knew that.
However, right now, he really, really wanted to be anywhere but stuck in a motel room with his big brother.
“Stay away from me, you dick!”
“C’mon Sammy, you can’t seriously still be ticklish can you?”
“I said stay away!”
Sam’s face was split into a wide, nervous grin, shifting his weight from foot to foot on his side of the dining table the motel room had. Dean was almost entirely leaning over the damn thing, a toothy smile on his face with that same spark in his eyes Sam had often seen when they were kids. He honestly didn’t know what spurred Dean into such a playful mood, and he knew what was surely coming along with it.
“We were in the middle of researching!” protests Sam, trying to divert Dean’s attention to the more important task of hunting the latest creature of carnage.
Dean merely scoffs. “Nope. You were researching and acting like you had a stick up your ass, I’m simply helping you balance work and living.”
“The work kinda is our life, Dean-”
“And there you go again.” Dean sighs impatiently. “Could you liven up at least a little? The motel room feels even sadder than usual when you get broody.”
Dean suddenly lunged around the table and advertently kicked Sam’s fight or flight into overdrive, a rather undignified squawk leaving the younger man’s mouth in fear of the speed his brother tore around the furniture. He bolted around the table to stop at the opposite side, mirroring his brother, who was grinning even wider.
“Stohop!” Sam pleads, a breathless laugh weaseling into his words and only egging Dean on more.
“Why? You’re laughing, aren’t you? That’s good!”
“Dean, I am going to kill you,” Sam swears, trying to look serious - but with his anticipatory smile and bright eyes, it was difficult to seem threatening.
Dean snorts. “Uh-huh, sure.”
Then, with the engrained speed of a trained hunter, Dean fakes out a fast step to the right and causes Sam to take off to the left around the table - straight into Dean’s awaiting trap. Realising his error immediately, Sam yelps and tries to backpedal in a panic, but Dean leaps forward and wrestles him onto the carpet before he can even hope to escape.
“Goddamnit!”
Sam’s outraged shout only made Dean laugh harder. “You gotta stop falling for that, Sammy,” he comments playfully, grabbing his little brother’s swinging arm and forcing it to the floor. In a split second, Sam’s yells of annoyance morphed into fast-paced pleads as he registered being pinned.
“No- no, Dean, listen- I’ll take a break, okay? I’ve been a stick in the mud, and whatever else you think. We’ll go out and get a drink somewhere. Sound good? Great. Fantastic. Now lemme up.”
Dean smirks in amusement as Sam bargained like a crossroads demon desperate to get a sale - paired with a nervous grin and hands held up in defense. As he pauses to take a breath between his rambled offers, Dean hums, effectively making Sam stop short.
“Tempting offer, but I think we'll both be entertained by this, bud.”
With the hand not holding his brother's wrist captive, he starts to poke along Sam's midriff, grinning when his younger sibling flinches away from it with a strangled noise.
"Dean!"
"Mhm?" Dean hums innocently, delighting in every involuntary jerk and muffled squeak Sam gave at the light prodding.
"Cut it out." Sam hisses through tightly pressed lips, eyes crinkling with his wobbly grin as he fruitlessly tried to avoid Dean's probing fingers.
Dean almost looked offended. "Cut it out? Dude, I haven't done this to you in years. Let a big brother be nostalgic."
Then, without any warning, he quickly squeezed at Sam’s sides, causing a shrill yelp to suddenly pierce the air. Sam dissolves into fits of laughter instantly, wriggling on the carpet in his mirth from childhood instinct.
“Aaaa~nd there it is," Dean snorts, his unforgiving nails digging into Sam's side and delighting in the familiar hiccuping giggles pouring from his brother's mouth. Even after all these years, his laugh hadn't changed a bit. "Always gonna be a little brother."
Sam's legs flailed wildly, shoes scuffing the floor in a repetitive motion to not kick Dean in the back. Though it was growing tempting the longer his big brother kept scratching at his damn sides.
"Dehehehean!" He protests through tumbling laughter, pressing an arm against Dean's chest to shove him away, but he hadn't grown out of his childhood habits. His strength was being sapped by the tingling sensation plaguing his body.
Dean notices and chuckles fondly. "What? Got something you wanna say, little brother?"
"Ihihim twehehenty fohohour!"
"And yet here you are on the floor giggling like a child. Something doesn't add up here, Sammy."
While his hand journeyed to squeeze up and down Sam's ribs, causing the man to be honest-to-god squeak in laughter, Dean got a rather mean idea. He lifts his hand above Sam, wiggling his fingers, and instantly, Sam curls into himself with wide eyes. The hand pressed against Dean's chest swiped out to snatch up the older man's wrist.
"Nonononono- nohoho Dehehean!" He pleads, his bright laughter unbridled in a way Dean hadn't heard in far too long. "Nohohot thahat!"
"Aww, why not? You loved this growing up."
Sam's face burns with warmth, suddenly glad he was already flushed from laughing, because he knew Dean wouldn't let him live that reaction down. "Ihihi dihidn't!"
"Liar, liar, Wendigo on fire," Dean scoffs, prodding Sam's stomach with his free hand and smirking as the man did his best impression of a folding chair, his giggles melding with snorts. With little difficulty, he tugs his wrist from Sam's grip and returns to the wiggling motion above his little brother.
Sam's nervous giggles increased as Dean kept his hand suspended, watching with wary eyes as it seemed to circle above like a vulture. Though, with Sam's eyes locked to the overhead threat, he didn't see the second wave coming until there was a sudden flurry of feather light touches ghosting over his neck.
"W-Wahahait! Crahahahap!" Sam squeaks helplessly, shoulders rocketing to his ears to block Dean's fingers from tormenting the soft spot. It had been a favorite of Jessica's when she wanted to mess with him - a delicate kiss or soft fingernails were enough to make him fold into himself in seconds. It was something she had used against him constantly when they were dating.
"Dehean!" Sam whines, pressing his head against his shoulders alternatively when his older brother starts targeting his ears.
Dean's heart melted slightly at Sam's childish noises, his smirk slipping into a fond grin without him realising. "Did you get more ticklish since you left for Stanford?" he asks, half teasing - half genuinely curious as he sneaked a few fingers into the gaps of Sam's top ribs, dangerously close to his underarms that were ridiculously sensitive.
Sam instantly jack-knifed in reflex, an embarrassing yelp pulling from his throat as he tried to protect his infamous soft spot. "Nohot thehere, Dehehehean! Uhuncle!" He cries out, half rolling onto his side and swatting at Dean's hands that place gentle pokes up and down his ribcage. As much as he was enjoying messing around with Dean, he wasn't sure he could handle that spot being tormented.
Thankfully, Dean hears the weary notes in Sam's voice from laughing so much. He chuckles fondly and pulls his hands away from the sensitive skin, observing his little brother, who is becoming one with the floor. The younger man gulps air into his worn-out body, holding his stomach that was slightly aching from laughter.
"J-Jesus," he gasps, wiping at his eyes that had gathered moisture from mirth. "That was brutal."
"Be grateful I didn't actually go for your worst spots," Dean snickers, "think we would've got a noise complaint with your screaming."
Sam kicks Dean's shin with his signature 'resting bitch face', but the lingering smile on his lips took away the effect. "Jerk," he grumbles.
"Bitch," Dean says right back with a warm grin.
He starts to get up from his crouched position on the floor, when Sam suddenly grabs his arms and yanks him straight back down, rolling Dean onto his back smoothly with practiced form. Dean's grunt of alarm was cut off by his own high-pitched shriek as it felt like electricity bolted through his hips.
"Don't think I've forgotten about your weakness too, Dean," Sam laughed, his thumbs making quick work in reducing Dean to nothing but a ball of loud laughter.
"Y-YOHOU DIHICKHEHEAD!" Dean yells out through hearty laughter, twisting on the floor for escape, but Sam wasn't giving him an out. He'd forgotten how quickly Sam could recover from these attacks.
"Sure, I'm the dickhead for getting revenge on you when you attacked me first," Sam rolls his eyes, then shifts his thumbs to massage along the tops of Dean’s hip bones. The older man throws his head back with a screech that could raise the dead, kicking his legs out and arms desperately trying to shove Sam away.
“Christ, Dean, you're the one that's gonna get us the noise complaint if you keep that up,” Sam snickers, yet he didn’t shift from that little bundle of nerves that was making Dean shriek with laughter.
Dean couldn’t formulate a snappy comeback. Instead, he just smacked Sam wherever he could reach in retaliation. Was it a well-thought-out counterattack? No, absolutely not, but it was better than doing nothing.
The motel room was filled with Dean's bright laughter for a good while, after all Sam had a retaliation mission to complete and years' worth of revenge to cash in. Though Dean didn't make it easy for him, managing to reverse their roles a few times throughout the ordeal - knowing how to take Sam down from growing up together.
The research lay abandoned on the table for the rest of the afternoon, ignored by the brothers duking it out - curses and laughter thrown around the room. The monster of the week could wait a little while longer. The boys deserved the break.
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waywardseraph · 2 months
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Who’s cutting onions?
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Follow me on Tiktok: WaywardMemes
(This is not a wincest edit.)
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starlite-png · 5 months
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Thinking about Dean going back to school for the first time since the fire; years behind because John waited to put him back until Sam was old enough for preschool. The other boys play with trucks and blocks, but Dean picks up and just holds a babydoll. A teacher tries to take it from him at some point, and he has an absolute meltdown. He's only consoled when John picks him and sammy up; Dean immediately rushing to hug little sammy.
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waterbaby069 · 2 months
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I’m having feelings about this.
So, Sam’s hookups usually end in death. Usually those deaths are around Dean. Sam was bothered by Deans point but chose to ignore it because Dean was witnessing the “marriage” and Becky hadn’t died yet despite Dean and Sam being around her so much.
I think Sam associates his love life with Dean because has been there for all of it except for Jess, who died as soon as Dean showed up. And Amelia, who left Sam nearly as soon as her “dead” husband shows up. (And when Dean came back from purgatory.)
Dean and Sam have been through so much, their deaths included but always come back to one another. They are CANONICALLY SOULMATES. And I’m not saying it in a romantic sense, if you chose to take it that way go ahead, but Sam and Dean are meant to find each other, after deaths and separations.
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follows-the-bees · 18 days
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I posted something a little different today, loves!
A series of vignettes from Sam and Dean's childhood! Warning, this is almost all angst with only a little fluff.
Hope you all like it!
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newtdrawz · 2 months
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I need more spn blogs to follow me so I can follow y'all 🙏😭
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strawberrryangel · 6 months
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i’ve already said something like this before but. i must say it again because. what. is going on. i’ve been rewatching a lot of supernatural today because i’m sick at home, and i just. how are they gonna have all these people assume dean’s gay and have all these little “silly” moments where people think dean and sam are a couple because dean is butch and shit. and then. introduce castiel in season 4 and have multiple scenes where they are just erotically and lustfully staring into each other’s eyes. and THEN throughout the ENTIRE rest of the series show us this love story unfolding between dean and cas. and then say “oh yeah you guys are actually fucking insane like dean isn’t gay. yeah no you’re all literally making this shit up what are you talking about”. like what.
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